“Buy experience, not things.” This statement has become popular lately, especially when traveling became “common” (thanks to social media). And I strongly agree with that four-word sentence. Using money to attend a seminar for self-improvement, enrolling in a course, or getting a gym membership yields lots of return on investment over buying a new pair of sneakers, a new smartphone, or even (dear Mermaid, forgive me for what you’re about to hear) a Venti Coffee Jelly frappé (whew, I still love you coffee 😍). But when this statement is used and twisted by people trapped in the Travel Game to justify their insatiable desire to keep on traveling, it becomes a hammer placed in the hands of a baker. “Well, I bought a plane ticket that will take me to the Bahamas instead of buying a new pair of Nike. That will be experience!” But if that plane ticket puts you in debt, you’re only fooling yourself.Read More
Video killed the radio star. Reality killed the video star. Smart phone killed the DSLR.
Kudos to you if you sang that to the tune of either of the first two sentences. Yes, I had fallen victim to the last. For this former photography hobbyist, my iPhone killed my DSLR. The truth was that my old Nikon D40 died an unexpected technical death when the shutter became no more. Money reasons prevented me from sending my old best friend to the repairs right away. A few months later, an iPhone 4 would land into my hands and subconsciously came the official death of my D40, it never got repaired.
Across the sea, across mountains, across countries I brought my D40. Along with companion lenses, filters and other accessories, they traveled with me in my camera bag over my shoulder. We would pass beautiful mountains while on a boat and I would pull out my D40 against the salty sea. A picturesque landscape would have me switching the kit lens for the 250mm lens. Roll. Press. Pull. Stow in the bag. Place. Roll. Get back to the viewfinder! Flora and fauna that inspired curiosity would have me change to my macro lens. Oh, the sun is too high, must put filters! Dirty! Sea water! Dust! Give me the wiping cloth now! Looking back, I missed some worthwhile seconds (or more if accumulated) to just appreciate the beauty or the ugly of the surroundings with my own two eyes, all because I had to take a photograph. No regrets though. The photos I took were wonderful but sometimes I would ponder what it would be like to have most of your memories kept in your heart and mind over a terabyte-worth of electronic photos. I looked at most of the sunsets and sunrises through the lens. Perhaps I should have stared down against the sun instead while inhaling every breeze of sea air with much fervor. What a nice memory would that be?Read More